Beta said this was a go.. July 12th..

AN: Was listening to: Bowling for Soup-A Hangover You Don't Deserve.

The Wedding-Part VII-Unexpected Invitations

Three years later, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger recieve an invitation to a very unexpected wedding:

One evening, Hermione was going through the post.

"Oh, Harry, Please cancel subscriptions to all wedding magazines, PLEASE! This is ridiculous..."

"But.. won't we need them... we're not getting married for another two years."

"Why don't we just elope?"

"How many people are we inviting agaon?"

"Too many, I think we have half the country on our guest list. Harry, did you hear what I said?"

"I did... but I don't want your parents to kill me.. they.. and Ron almost did before I asked you..."

"How many months did it take you again?"

"Um.. almost a year since I asked Ron.. and six months after I asked your parents." \

"Why were you so afraid?"

"Well, look at how long it took me to even tell you how I felt... "

"Well that's true. How in the world will you ever show up at the wedding?"

"Um.. I was thinking video."

"Ha, ha, very funny!"

"Okay, Miss-Let's-Elope.. what do you suggest?"

"We cut down the number of people and invite everyone to the reception."

"That sounds good."

"Why don't we just invite your parents and Ron and Luna.. okay the whole damn Weasley family.. what are there fifty of them now?"

"Something like that."

"We're invited to a wedding."

"Who's?" Harry asked.

"Uh.. To Mister Harry Potter and Miss Hermione Granger, You are cordially invited to the marriage celebration of Cho Talula Chang and Draco Augustus Black Malfoy, On April the fifteenth (year) at ... (blah blah church) and the reception to follow at the Chang estate in the East Gardans..."

"Cho Chang and Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Yes."

"Why would they invite us to their wedding... I mean," he sputtered, "He hates us and she despises us."

"I know Harry, this is insane, if it wasn't here in print and addressed to us, I'd think it was a mistake. But it's plain as day in Cho Chang's handwriting. Mister Harry Potter and Miss Hermione Granger."

"How do you know Cho Chang's handwriting?"

"The D.A list, same style."

"Oh. ... And you studied it?"

"Of course, to know everyone's names in case they betrayed us."

"Ah.. and during our O.W.L. year?"

"Shut up, Harry."

"Why? Why ever should I?"

"Oh, I don't know.. you don't want me sleeping in my room tonight do you?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Why, yes."

"Well, I guess I'll have to do something about that."

"Will you now, what?"

"This," and he kissed her.



Ron apparated in admist this.

"You know, this is really not something I'd like to see.. my best friends' tongues down eachothers throats.. great," He said loud enough for them to notice him and they sprang apart like two teenagers being caught by a parent.

"What are you here for, Ron?" Harry asked glaring at his male best friend, as Hermione laughed at Harry's expression.

"I'm here to invite you to a wedding."

"Who's?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Please not Draco Malfoy and Cho Chang's."

"Why would I invite you to there's.. and why would they get married? You were invited to Malfoy and Chang's wedding?"

"Yes," they replied in unison.

"Are you going?"

"We haven't decided yet," Harry said as Hermione said, "Probably."

Harry looked at her.

"What?" She asked.

"We're going?"

"Well, yes, they did go through the trouble of inviting us.. and finding our address.. I'm curious as to why."

"Oh, okay."

"There wedding isn't a week from Saturday is it?" Ron questioned.

"No, why?"

"Because you are invited to a double wedding."

"A... double wedding.. why?"

"Fred and George are getting married."

"Oh."

"Are you serious?" Harry asked.

"No Harry, I'm not your godfather, but yes my twin brothers are getting married.. and by the way, Luna and I are expecting are first baby."

Here begins the addition:

AN: Was listening to: Green Day: American Idiot.

His friends gaped at him.. Ron a father?

"Your kidding!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Not at all, I'm going to be a Dad!"

"I fear for your child's safety with you, Ron," Harry said laughing.

"Why?"

"You can't cook even toast."

"Your shite at heating charms," Hermione followed.

"Shut up, the both of you. I'm going to be a brilliant father, just like my Dad. Well I need to go... and Hermione, Did you know Harry's supposed to have twelve children?"

And Ron apparated away.

"Was he serious, Harry?"

"Nah, I hope not... just something Trelawnry said when Umbridge was observing her class. Trelawnry said I would be Minister of Magic and have Twelve children... it was just like her predictions of my death every week, a load of crap."

"I wouldn't be so sure, my Dad is a triplet."

"Are you kidding?"

"No."

"Oh, okay... How many kids do you want to have.. we've never discussed this before."

"Hmm.. I'm not sure, why don't we start with one and go from there."

"That sounds like a plan."